can't remember your name, what you look like, who you are.
don't want to grow old with my shoes untied and my hair unfurled.
i don't want to rot with the t.v. set to channel 13.
what a pretty weather lady, who are you, son of mine?, don't you mind?"
"i need some room to breathe", "ice lived too long with too much to see.
i don't want to rot in this fucking chair.
my spine crooked and my teeth not all there.
i never want to feel totally useless.